that word's waiting to get out.
restrained by sobriety.
possibly unleashed by insanity.
please put my mind in chains.


got a comment.
my blog's not friendly.
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D
friendly enough?
yayness.
oh wait when was the last time i blogged.
hmmm.


music is liberty.
it is where i run to, my sanctuary.
call it escapism, whatsoever.
screw in permanent riffs.
someone let the world drown in treble clefs.


and when was the last time i wrote a song.
probably need to get back in touch with that side of myself.
hope i havent lost it with my practicality.


let me do zombie again with my blue exit.
its probably the words i use.


what is normal.
it is but what we ourselves have chosen to believe.


i like studying faces in a parking lot
cause it doesnt remind me of anything
i like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
cause it doesnt remind me of anything
i like playing in the sand whats mine is ours
if it doesnt remind me of anything.

perfection at 5:10 PM